One day I opened the drawer in my sister's room.Beige, white and pink glossy underwear lined up, and finally the thing that was taken out was a pantyh...se and stockings combined.I noticed that it was woven with very thin nylon thread.It is a pantyhose made of thin cloth so that the background can be seen through when you grasp it with both hands and look through it!Until this moment, I had no memory of touching my sister's pantyhose with malicious intent. I was just curious about the underwear. It’s uncircumcised, thick, over nine inches long, and with prominent veins all over the surface. I couldn’t help starting at his fuck meat, which is quite impressive, and had to wonder if he was just trying to give me something more to tell Megan about, or if he was trying to entice me to suck his cock.I mentioned earlier that I was kind of desensitized from my previous negative thoughts about bisexual cock sucking, and although I thought I might like to suck his cock, I just couldn’t bring. “I am glad you’re accepting the practice of realizing and limiting negative influences in your life. Would you say you’re feeling less trapped?”I had referred to feeling ‘trapped’ multiple times in our last few sessions. “Absolutely.” I answered. “Dad had this coming for a long time coming. In terms of the thing with me and Molly, I’m holding fast. This is the best thing for us.”Mira blinked twice. “Molly? Who’s Molly?”I sheepishly scratched the back of my head and laughed nervously. “So, uh,. I say, “Where’s my panties?” She says, “Oh, you won’t need them tonight. They’ll just get in the way.” I smile and slip on the dress. She comes over and fluffs my hair before sitting down in front of the vanity. She pulls her long hair up into a chignon on her head, little ringlets falling around her face. Looking a me, she says, “You should leave your hair down. You’re much sexier that way.” I stand behind her and smile, lightly massaging her shoulders as she does her make up. I let my hands.